Theme: Life

Aconite

Polarity hits you at face,
Thoughts
Move inversely.
The deed, words, slogans divide the eternity of time.
No hygienic patience.
Persons coming from channels only.
The thing.
Image in hundred mirrors.
Varieties of fakes and counterfeits.

Foeticide. Paedophile. Necrophilia.
Peddling pink flesh. It is.
Peels of skin left on roads.
Your shape, my contours, his art.
I am passing through a tunnel.
Open-and-shut.
No end. No beginning
Two nothings.
Will keep on moving.

Roaches are scuttling like rats with wings.
Their country. We are outsiders. Strangers.
Not to reveal the names,
No landmarks on walls, intersections, doors.
No vigilance, No corporatized pain.
No bleeding wounds.
Impatience.
Nobody opens the eyes.
Long sleep.
I pray, no waking up.
Let the global warming end.
Let the terror die of its own Aconite.
 

18-Jul-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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